The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The charge, the dreadful cannonade, Nor War's wild note, nor Glory's peal, Like the fierce Northern hurricane Full many a Norther's breath hath swept O'er Angostura's plain, And long the pitying sky has wept The raven's scream, or eagle's flight, Alone now wake each solemn height 956056A Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground! Ye must not slumber there, Where stranger steps and tongues resound Along the heedless air. Your own proud land's heroic soil Shall be your fitter grave; She claims from War his richest spoil— The ashes of her brave. Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest, Born to a Spartan mother's breast The sunshine of their native sky And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes' sepulchre. Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead! Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanished year hath flown, The story of how ye fell. Nor wreck, nor change, nor Winter's blight, Nor Time's remorseless doom, Can dim one ray of holy light -Theodore O'Hara. GOD, THE ONLY JUST JUDGE T HEN gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho' they may gang a ken nie wrang, To step aside is human; One point must still be greatly dark, Who made the heart, 'tis He alone He knows each chord-its various tone, What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted. -Robert Burns. T FATE WO shall be born the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues, and have no thought Each of the other's being, and no heed; And these, o'er unknown seas to unknown lands Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death, And all unconsciously shape every act, And bend each wandering step to this one end That one day out of darkness they shall meet And read life's meaning in each other's eyes. And two shall walk some narrow way of life So nearly side by side, that should one turn Ever so little space to left or right, They needs must stand acknowledged face to face. |